Gosh, now this one is really
messed up. Yeah, I know they all pretty much are. This one happened
one weekend when we were driving back in Al's Tank. His 76'
Buick skylark. Al, wasn't feeling so well, so he asked Joe to
drive. I was trying to catch up on the 10 hours of sleep I like
to get a day, and was sleeping in the backseat. We were heading
up Interstate 81, and I was in a pretty good slumber, and Al
was passed out in the front seat. (Al may have been sick from
contact with the Chili.) Well, we were probably an hour into
our journey. All of a sudden the car starts shaking and going
crazy. I wake up to see a maniacal grin on Joe's face as he's
driving down the median going about 80 mph's. Noooooooooo not
on the shoulder of the road, he's freaking driving down the
grass median and birds are scattering everywhere. Joe's chasing
the biggest Crow I have ever seen. It looked like the size of
an Eagle. Al is freaking out at this point slapping Joe and
saying pull over, pull over. The crow gets' away, and Joe pulls
to the left side shoulder to let Al drive. I would have liked
to have seen the look on a State Troopers face to see a Buick
skylark barreling down the median. I'm pretty sure we would
have went to Jail at that point. Joe looked pretty put off he
didn't nail the bird. I'm pretty sure if he would have he would
have had it stuffed. Or I would have fed it to the Chili..